I was lucky enough to see Cream in 1968, during their first big American tour. I was just 15, but they knocked me out. Oddly, the opening act was the Grateful Dead, who played Alligator for an hour, and that was it, making it really hard for me to warm up to the band for a number of years (Workingman’s Dead started the change).
They were great, and I do indeed love Fresh Cream, though curiously, nothing by the band made my essentials list.
Still, NSU, I Feel Free, and I’m So Glad are serious faves.
However, in deference to Lindsay’s “what I like to listen to when I am sad,” I grabbed my favorite Cream cut, Deserted Cities of the Heart, penned by Monsieur Bruce, and in honor of his passing.
From Wheels of Fire, which was produced by said Felix Papplardi (whom I believe played cello on the cut), this song rocks, is dreamy, and takes some unexpected form twists (I LOVE the doorbell/glockenspiel/whatever is channeled into the background as Clapton starts his solo).
Miss you Jack! You were great (and somehow, I cannot believe Ginger Baker outlived you).
I included both the haunting studio version with said strings and treatments, and a fairly blistering live take as well.